What seething hatred I feel when I see that thing show up.

How dare you pull up to this house
inside that flashy car?
Smile wide at us, in heels and blush;
A monster, what you are.
We are not impressed by you,
the boys in here are destitute!
Lady, are you daft?
You wear a fancy title,
as though a solider with a rifle,
except that you would dodge the draft!
Here I stand, all kicked and spit,
you do not seem to give a shit—
For the children, day and night,
from dusk til dawn and dark to bright,
people work inside this house
to keep these kids alive.
It’s nothing that you know about
in that flashy car you drive.

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